Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1051

Chapter 1051 Not Interested

"I see."

Sylas exhaled a breath, finally opening his eyes. Beads of sweat fell down his brows, the sound of his heartbeat finally reaching him. It was as though he had been holding his breath for hours on end and finally realized just how much oxygen his body had been lacking.

He took deep breaths, trying to regain his bearings, but his heart rate was only increasing, shooting through the roof with increasing pace.

It seemed that he had truly pushed himself too far.

He stumbled a bit as he got out of the UniForm, only to be caught by a surprising character.

Megean.

Sylas looked down on her, not caring much as his sweat basically sprayed her. But she didn't seem to be in the mood to care very much at all either.

There was an odd, calm maturity to her right now as she hooked Sylas' arm over her shoulder.

"Careful, or else you'll poke your eyes out."

She was obviously referring to the horn on her head. From the way Sylas was looking at her, it wouldn't be impossible for him to do something like that, especially since he wasn't in full control of his body right now.

"Let's get you food."

Though she said this, she didn't move immediately, instead taking out some sort of needle injectable and piercing it right into Sylas' shoulder.

Sylas didn't react much to this as he knew what it was, and he could also see the Rune fluctuations within it. He might not be able to control Runes above F-Grade, but he would certainly be able to spot Poison Runes when he saw them.

Plus, his baseline knowledge had taken a significant leap upward, and he assumed that a cartridge of nutrition like this one was exactly the reason he had recovered so fast before.

After this, Megean practically carried him to a dining hall they ate in.

…

The so-called dining hall was just Megean's personal dining room, though it was probably large enough to be called as such.

Sylas had been given a large spread of food, and his appetite seemed endless.

Megean couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, wondering how a man could eat so savagely, and yet so cleanly, and with so much etiquette at the same time.

Well, the etiquette Sylas was using wasn't the sort she was familiar with, but she knew a strict set of rules when she saw one.

It was many hours before Sylas stopped eating.

"This isn't efficient enough. All of this food was of F-Grade quality, right? Next time, bring E-Grade. I'll be fine."

Megean frowned. "It would be even less efficient if I gave you E-Grade food."

"Not if you have a Skill to use."

Megean blinked. "You want an F-Grade Skill capable of digesting E-Grade food?"

For a moment, she wondered if Sylas was insane. Did he understand that something like that was impossible? Unless…

Wait, Sylas' words didn't seem to be asking for a Skill at all. He already had one? That was also impossible.

Sylas, though, didn't seem keen on explaining anything else. All there was to say was that he had gotten more benefits from his Primal Lord Silver Gene Class than before.

He stood to his feet and was ready to return to the UniForm.

"Wait," Megean called out.

"I don't have time to waste," Sylas replied without looking back. _{fгeewebnovёl.com}